Well i walked into the bar and i put in twenty bucks

Because i know peoples taste in music sucks About four

hours had passed, forty picks and my eighth empty glass,

a tasty number all dressed in black tried to rock us

with her wack attack There was no fuss we knew her game

you look great but all your songs are lame



Bullying the jukebox because it's fun, you can't get near it

until we're done Bullying the jukebox because we rule

all the songs we like are really cool



Songs of punk and songs of joy, love songs about girls and

boys; songs of metal and English stuff and some hardcore

songs to make us feel tough but we all agreed that the

songs of woe, and the songs of loved ones who had to go

Churned up memories of time we dreamt that got us all

verklempt We drank until our last song We paid our tab

and we said so long swerving in and out of cars...

it's off to rock another bar